Aztec Eternals

"Boom! Boom!..."

"Lord! The cannonball passed the mast and almost hit the tailmast!..."

"Damn it! Hurry up and fill up the sail! Hurry up and fill it up!..."

The moon was flickering, and the sea was as gloomy as an abyss. Roaring cannons, wild exclamations, and the hunting wind of ships breaking through the waves, all sounded around the flagship, like the howl before the abyss approaches!

Captain Bruno was awakened by the sudden shouting, and the sound of cannons that followed made him tremble with fright, and sweat broke out on his forehead instantly! They were unexpectedly attacked by the natives at night when they were unprepared! This is definitely a dangerous situation, the most dangerous one in the Portuguese Navigation Code!

"Damn it! Hurry! Speed ​​up with full sail! Mobilize all crew members, including the coolie sailors in the cabin!..."

Bruno ran out of the captain's cabin at the stern of the ship with his bare feet and sword in hand. And the two roaring stone bullets grazed the tail mast and crashed into the sea a few meters away. He looked behind him hurriedly, and saw that in the dim night sea, fire like animal eyes lit up, and a huge mouth like an abyssal sea beast opened! Two caravels of similar shapes, like the fangs of abyssal sea beasts, rushed toward the two ships in the fleet fiercely!

"Lord! How could the natives have the Caravel Clipper?! And they could reach such a close position quietly. How is this possible?!..."

At this moment, Bruno's knees went weak and he almost groaned. The two sailing ships that attacked looked like classic Caravel ships. The jib in the middle is stretched extremely long, and even if the wind is not strong, the speed is amazingly fast. And under the spinnaker, there is an even more terrifying scene! The boat was densely packed with native warriors. Although they couldn't see their devilish faces clearly, the spears, copper axes and scimitars all shone coldly in the night!

"Ah! So many native warriors wearing leather armor?! Is that the scimitar we traded? There are even two cannons...Foda-se! Attack us with our weapons? A group of damn barbarians!"

Bruno was filled with fear and had goosebumps all over his body. Those with a large number of natives are like sparrows in late autumn, fluttering towards the wheat stalks in the fields! And their intentions are already obvious, there is no doubt...

"Foda-se! Boss! The big native ship is still approaching at full speed! Their bow is rushing straight towards us! They want to join the gang! They must jump to the gang!!..."

"How can anyone jump into a gang as soon as they come up?! This is the Berber people, the Berber pirate style!..."

"Quickly speed up! Speed ​​up the boat!...There are too many natives! There are too many natives on the opposite boat! Once we are picked up, we will be finished!..."

"Boom! Boom!..."

Two more stone bullets were fired from the bow of the native boat behind! One flew past the stern of the ship, and the other crashed into the side of the ship, making a hole as big as a bowl.

"...You will hear the war, and you will also hear the rumors of the war. You must be careful and don't panic, because this is inevitable, but the end has not yet come!..."

At this moment, Bruno somehow thought of this Gospel from Matthew. As a naval officer who had been fighting, burning, killing, and looting in the southern continent for ten years, he finally recovered from the shock of the natives being attacked by surprise. Then, he widened his eagle eyes and looked around at the situation on the entire sea battlefield.

"The wind blows from north to south, and the enemy comes from the southeast, half against the wind... Hiss! What is further to the southeast? Is there a large number of small boats that cannot be seen clearly?..."

"Damn it! There are too many enemies! We must leave the battlefield immediately! There is a headwind in the north, and there is support from the natives in the southeast... We must flee westward at full speed! Let Silvera's auxiliary ship also escape quickly!..."

The moon peeked out from the clouds, lighting up the battlefield at sea. The four caravels have formed the four vertices of the trapezoid, sailing together to the west. At present, the Portuguese in the west and the Royal Navy in the east each occupy one hypotenuse of the trapezoid. Due to the difference in ship speed, the two sides are still getting closer, and the upper and lower bottom edges of the entire trapezoid are gradually getting shorter!

"Quick! Push the 8-pounder gun on the side of the ship to the stern! Shoot as quickly as possible to hinder the pursuing enemy ships! Put the matchlock gun to the stern of the ship! Fire with the artillery! Regardless of whether you can hit it or not, scare the natives and slow them down. Some chase!…”

"Damn it! The natives' sailboats have all caught up to within 200 meters! ... What on earth are the watchers doing tonight? Why do they let the enemy get so close?! ..."

Bruno's heart surged with anger, and he wanted to take out his whip, severely beat the alert crewman, and then hang him on the mast. Being touched by the enemy at such a close distance is completely disastrous according to the experience of the Portuguese Navy!

The wind is not strong tonight, and it changes very much, so you need to be very careful when sailing offshore... The speed of the boat of the natives on the opposite side is estimated to be only more than two knots! In an hour from the opposite side, you can sail 4 or 5 kilometers, which is just over 1 kilometer in a quarter of an hour.

There were all senior navy sailors on board, and it only took more than half a quarter of an hour from the moment the enemy was discovered until the fleet cut off the anchor and urgently raised the sails and set sail. Then the flagship slowly accelerated, and it took more than a quarter of an hour to reach more than one knot. In this little more than a quarter of an hour, the enemy pursued him for more than a kilometer at a stretch, and then he got within an extremely dangerous two hundred meters! …

In other words, the vigilant observers and crew discovered traces of the enemy about 1 kilometer away! In fact, in tonight's environment, the distance and reaction of discovering the enemy ship completely proved the qualifications of the observer and the crew!

This is the senior Portuguese navy, which represents the highest navigation experience and level in the entire European continent, and can respond to night attacks. Even the Castilian navy would not be so professional and sharp!

For example, Columbus led a fleet and sailed directly into the lagoon rashly, and was dumped by the kingdom's galleys... The Portuguese navy would never make such a mistake! Even if they are attacked at night, they can cut off the anchor immediately and quickly raise the sail to escape!

"The lookouts on the flagship are useless! Standing so high, you can't see anything!... Damn it, Silvera, how could you care about the crew? His lookout post, closer to the inside, didn't even sound the alarm first... They even more Waste! Damn it!…"

"The most disgusting thing is the damn barbarian natives! They are still trading with us during the day, but they come to sneak attack at night! ... No! They are all canoes, where did the caravels come from? Did they come from the west? What about Sipan? Cuba?…His! Is this a conspiracy by the natives?…”

Bruno was horrified, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He was like a frightened and angry trapped animal, pacing in agony on the boat. Naval battles in this era take such a long time, even if it is a sneak attack, it will not go anywhere fast! Just like now, although the distance between the two ships is only more than 200 meters, the difference in ship speed has been reduced to less than one knot, which is less than 30 meters per minute.

If this ship speed is maintained, it will take about seven minutes for the pursuing Kingdom sailboat to hit the flagship of the Portuguese exploration team. But the flagship's speed was still slowly increasing, and the speed difference between the two sides was gradually getting smaller. In this short period of more than two hundred meters, each other can see each other's faces on the sea, but they don't know how long it will take to chase them before they fight each other!

"Bang bang! Bang bang!"

Quartermaster Mattim took the lead, and six or seven crew members were loading their matchlock guns in a panic with red eyes. The sky was dark and the ship was heaving, so the accuracy of shooting was really difficult. They just fired in the direction of the pursuing enemy ship with random "bang bang" shots, and then reloaded in a panic and skillfully.

As for the 8-pounder gun, Bosun Haroldo, Big John, and a few captured native coolies desperately pushed it to the stern of the ship. Then, the sailors began to load ammunition, while the aristocratic scholar Martin, trembling all over, took out the exquisite protractor and began to measure the angle of shooting!

"O Lord! These greedy captains and sailors, I have already told them to return early! If they fall into the hands of the barbarian natives...damn it! These barbarians who do not believe in the Lord!..."

At the critical moment of life and death, the aristocratic scholar Martin was under great pressure, and he was even more frightened and angry. As a true nobleman, he has not yet enjoyed the life of the island manor, so how can he die here silently like a humble bottom seal? And if he falls into the hands of barbarians, his aristocratic status in the world of God will be of no use at all...

"Adjust the angle! Adjust the angle! Adjust it a little higher and aim at the mast in the middle!... As long as the mast is broken, or the sail on the opposite side is damaged, or their waterline is damaged... their speed will slow down! Yes, again Get a little higher!…”

Scholar Martin measured the angle carefully, but his trembling hands could not settle. The 8-pounder is powerful enough, but reloads too slowly and can only be fired twice at most! And now the life and death of the fleet depends on the shooting he commands!

“God bless!…That’s almost the angle!…Yes, that’s it!”

In order to measure more clearly, scholar Martin took two steps back and clung to the side of the ship on the right side to keep himself stable. He worked hard to direct the sailors and adjust the position of the artillery. In front of him were several sweaty sailors who were carefully calibrating their cannons. Behind him, there was a figure of a native who lowered his head and kept silent, carrying ammunition. And just when he took a deep breath and was about to shout the "Fogo" firing order... the native had been waiting for a long time, suddenly dropped the ammunition in his hand, and suddenly swooped in like a cheetah!

"Fire!...Ah? You!...No! Don't!!...Stop! Uh!...Ah! No!!!..."

"Huh? Martin Scholar!!..."

"Boom!!..."

Scholar Martin let out a shrill scream that shook the entire flagship! And in the horrified eyes of everyone, after the gunner fired in panic... with a "bang" of the gun, the two figures were entangled and fell off the side of the ship together!

Ah, I came back from the fields and lost two pounds in three days.